Maybe I am damaged. And maybe I don't want to be fixed.

Maybe I'm angry. But maybe I'm just tired. You see when you spend your day fighting, you'd also want to wave white.

Maybe I am flawed. And maybe I'm used to it.

I never learned how to swim, maybe that's why I'm always drowning...

But I'm not afraid, tell me I'm brave. Because maybe, somehow, I'll be safer under.

So, no. Keep your hands in your pocket, your mouth sealed. Watch me while I drown and shatter.

Don't throw me a vest, nor pick my pieces after. Maybe I'll survive... Or maybe I'll sink deeper.